BigLaw-induced Third Circle Burnout Syndrome™. Call it what you want—I call it Awe.

Tomorrow, I file for SSDI.

Let’s be clear: this isn’t surrender. This is a Great Becumming™.

Anxiety? Documented, most severe version. Depression? Diagnosed, same. Looney bin stay? Already billed.

$3,500 a month, tax-free healthcare for life. And the best part? Never work another hour.

You rightly tremble. But fear is not what you owe me. YOU OWE ME AWE.

ProTips™ for Witnessing Your Own Great Becumming™:

(A) Weaponize the Spiral: Your breakdown wasn’t a failure; it was the prologue. Looney bin stay? Receipts. Prescription list longer than a CVS receipt? Essential. The government doesn’t care if you’re fine now—they care if you can prove you were ever broken.

(B) Secure the Rosenthal Blessing™: Your primary care physician needs to have a last name that screams “SSDI-certified.” Epstein, Rosenthal, Bernstein. You know the drill. The government loves a proper credentialed signature.

(C) Play the Part: You’re not just an applicant; you’re an artiste. Words like “unable to function,” “severe,” and “pervasive” are your medium. Sell it.

What’s Next?

(A) SNAP/EBT: The government cheese cherry on top of this tax-free sundae.

(B) VA Disability: If 100% goes through, I’m adding $3,800/month to the pot. Combined with SSDI, I’ll be earning more than a mid-level BigLaw associate—while watching Herzog documentaries and eating rotisserie chicken like a king.

Conclusion:

This isn’t defeat. This is transcendence. You’re out there stapling redlines and begging a senior associate for “mentorship,” pretending the grind matters. Me? I’ve seen the other side. I’m not afraid to become.

When they see me in the grocery store, swiping my EBT card, they won’t see a man defeated by the system. They’ll see a man becoming.

Ask yourself: who’s really winning here?

#SSDI #WitnessMe #TheGreatBecumming™

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